Unintentionous Leisure Poem by Metin Sahin

blac clouds on high sky
gulls..sea gulls..sparrows..swallows
the blue sea
a lizard on the ancient wall
tries to catch the sun
not moving..brown stone
some playing blackgammon
the echoes of dice and pieces
a melody from fifties, may be elvis the pelvis
it is antalya turkey
may be frank sinastra or paul anka
how he did his way
ıo hardly remember
girls gigling
women laughing
where am ı
ı cannot realise
is it a sea garden or heaven or paradise
somwhere near the sea
turning brown
then to yellow..the leaves fallıng
a swallow swervws on the sea again
like my life un intentıonous
people jogging
byxccles running
anglers catching
a poet tries to write a poem
on the roıck near the sea
a woman imitates reading a book
this maY BE LİFE
OF MY LEİSURE
untentıonous
where are my father and mother gone?
how quickly pasess the time
where is my aunt
where has she gone
what the sparrow is lookişng on my feet
how strange we have become to each other
a neighbour knows no neigbour
as though we are living in a harbour
waiting for our last ship for the last voyage
goıng unknown
wher are my my friends
when ı am in need
ı have lost al my friends one by one
saying farewell
how long this leisure will last
how many lives ı have lived
ı have not counted
and cannot remember
towards the stone bier in a mosque yard
to the last resort
when will this leisure end
when and where
I even to think not to dare